Paging super man

I've been dealing with a guy since July, right?  It's been cool, fun, chill, all the above.  He's a giants fan so you know we talk isht any give.nSunday. His fave is Mos and Tribe so we can literally sit and listen to music all night. Then one day, my spidey senses go off.  I've had this feeling before. I remember feeling this with CMF (charming muhfuh) AND Thesaurus Rex.  Like an idiot, I ignore my instincts. a few weeks pass and eerily like CMF, I spot his and her items in the bathroom.  A venus razor, lavender bath pouf, and dove body wash. My heart stops then starts racing. "Wait, what's going on?" I ask myself.  "Is it 2005 again? I'm too old for this."  I think to revert to Adei of yesteryear and start fcuking isht up but I'm 30 now. I just move things around. I hang the lavender pouf on the shower head and move the venus raze to the quattro razor dock. I reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaally want to squeeze out all the dove body wash and fill it with water but I center myself and move it to the front of the bathtub. I go back to the front room, grab his face with one hand, give him a kiss on the lips and tell him I'm out.

Next guy is a friend I just can't figure out. I think I like him cause when we hang out, it's nothing but laughs.  I think he likes me cause when we hang out it's nothing but laughs.  Then he disappears for weeks.  So now I hate him.  What kind of friend disappears on a nigga like that?

Angry Black Man.

So he's in love with me but for the life of him can't show it.  I tell him EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, "I don't like you. You get on my nerves on purpose ALL THE TIME and you never have anything nice to say. Holla back with that isht."  He swears I should get to know him, get to know the real him, things would be different in person, yada yada yada.  

Sir, if you can't be nice over the phone or via text, what makes you think I want to spend any amount of time with you in person?? He really doesn't get it.  Just this past weekend he was with the, "you don't love me so why should I be nice?" Uhhhh, are you serious right now? I teach 4, 5, and 6 years olds how to be functioning citizens of society. I'm not bout to teach a 31 y.o. how to be courteous, decent, and nice.  Go read a book and get back to me. Maybe, I'll let you try again with Lion King.

Can I put all three of the above together to make a super man?

Oh, Boy.

"Dude, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage, chill out." (Kutieboots, S. 2012)





Did you know that boys and girls can't be friends???  I didn't!  Color me shocked!





On too many occasions, dudes got bent out of shape over something made up in their heads.  I think, THEY think I'm trying to wife them.








I'm so not.


I just want a friend with whom I can watch NFL and NBA games.  That's it. Catch a happy hour or two; I cook, you come thru and vice versa and that's it.  I really don't want the complications of a relationship, I literally just want a guy friend.  Santa, can you help me out???

I'm So Demanding

So we know I'm from SoFla and I'm not phased by hurricanes that somehow make it up here; you know cause of science and whatnot. And we also know I think anything you see on TV regarding storms is sensational.  I get that.



THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T CHECK UP ON ME!!!


Yeah, I laughed at people who call all worried to make sure the roof is is still attached and our windows are still intact, BUT THAT WAS THEN! IN FLORIDA WHERE HOUSES ARE MEANT TO SUSTAIN HURRICANES!

Shoutout to my girl friends, my dad, brother, cousin, and the TWO guys who checked up on me despite the aforementioned.

You know who those two guys were??

The Marine
Angry Black Man


God, you so funny!

so. We lost the mommy from the previous post. I moved out and realized I own nothing but the clothes on my back. Althea cut off two inches of hair and it's still too long. ABM came to NY last week. He asked if I wanted to see him. Sir, it'll take more than flowers to get back on my good side. I decided not to go to lion king with him. E for Effort but I still don't like you. I think the art teacher likes me. SHE tapped my ass and called my saucy. O_o I hope I survive this winter. I'd hate to hate NY again. I hope the school year continues on the positive note we started on. My class makes me happy, laugh, smile, feel good about life. I came to a SERIOUS MINDBLOWING realization when I was watching SNF with buddy i'll call Bogart. I want him to like me so I can be done with him. That thought was so ridiculously lucid and loud... snake dream, anyone?? I think that's bout it. Be safe in love and life, y'all.

Mommy

found out a few weeks ago the mother of one of my oldest and closest friends has cancer. woke up to a text sent at 324a that she's in the emergency room and upon discharge, hospice will be setting up in their house today.




hospice. today.





i'm hurting. for her.  me and Lyds aren't the best of friends but i never thought there would be a day when she wouldn't be here. i'm just filled with so many questions and i always feel so juvenile when it comes to death. i don't know what to say so i just burst into tears and them wipe them away quickly cause that's how it hits me. sneaky sucker punches that catch me off guard.



trying not imagine her mommy gone.  trying not to imagine anyone's mommy gone.

a little bored, a little update

1.
for the longest time, I thought black people drank tea and white people drank coffee.  I watched my parents drink tea every morning and saw neighbors drink sweet tea at block parties.  i saw WP on commercials deeply inhaling foalgers or maxwell haus.

2.
the last 6 pieces of clothing i've were either black, black and white, or black and cream.  what's going on??

3.
i think i'm going to cut my hair to summer 2011 length. It was a long, move-y bob that reminds me of of posh spice. right in between the chin and shoulders.  no, it wasn't that angled but it was definitely that fabulous.

4.
I am overdue for a trip to atlanta! and Dallas!  and North Cack!

5.
I love when people ask me, "What are you doing?" cause I respond with the most ridiculous answer possible.  Today's reply, "Some crack and a random dude I found sitting on a dilapidated stoop."

6.
I am apparently the love of Angry Black Man's life.  He on the other hand, is not the love of mine.  I have honestly been spoiled by DFB and will not settle for anything less than diamonds and Juicy. I'm kidding. But don't think you're gon come up in here half-stepping... I asked for Lion King tix and a BMW; we'll he see what he does.

7.
I was called Shelly O several times today. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

8.
i just realized L Boog said, "Sweet prince of the ghetto" instead of "sweetness of the ghetto". I was in a bodega when the song was playing and the light went off in my head. lol

9.
my hair must be re-trained to getting roller wraps. I was getting ridiculous with the blowouts but this puff on my supposedly relaxed head is not the beat.

10.
For those of you that doubt the power of waxing, don't.  It's been a month and I'm thinking of re-scheduling my appointment to the following weekend. That's what's up!

But what's really up is that electrolysis. or laser hair removal (one of them is better for colored folks. Don't let the right living social deal come up... shoooooot.

late

just going thru my (accidental) drafts and publishing. don't be alarmed lol

Do You Know Who I Am?!

went out for drinks with a guy who saw me devour loaded tacos.  he's gotta be good if I was eating the unsexiest food ever and he wanted to see me again.  whatever the case, dude thought he was being "deep" when he started talking about people with tattoos. I let him talk and then I showed him two of my four.

foot-in-mouth.

but what really IRKED the isht out of me was how he tried to be impressive and I saw thru all his bullshit.

someone passed by holding d.brown's angles and deemons.  this fool starts waxing poetically about an author named garcia marquez who wrote a book with the same title...










Y'all.












Y'ALL!

RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU KNOW WHO MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS


Yes, you in the middle... that's right, G. Garcia-Marquez. Green treat for you.

Me: actually, the title of his book is 'Of Love and Other Demons'

Him: oh, you're familiar. There's another book by him I love... the main character, I forgot his name... he stayed in his room for 6 months. When he came out, he said, "The world is round like an orange." Ha, ha, the world is round like an orange.

Me: *blink*
Jose Arcadio Buendia or Aureliano Buendia?

Him: ...
I forget which one.

Me: It was Jose.

Him: wow, you really know your stuff.

Me: Gabe is my favorite author. Are YOU familiar?

Him: I really like Love in a Ti-

Me: that became a movie, everyone likes that one.


He quickly changed the subject to talk about himself.  "I've been to 50 different countries.  You like to travel?"

Me: *knowing smile* Yeah, I do. My summers are usually filled with flights.

Him: ah, have you ever been to Africa?

Me: Three times.

NEXT SUBJECT

Him: I own houses here and in Europe.

Me: oh really? where?

Him: upstate and long island.

Me: oh what part?

Him: You're probably not familiar... Middletown.

Me: BWAHAHAHA! I'm actually familiar with M-Town!! I've been to visit a college friend several times. Stuart Regional Airport, right? and what part of Long Island?

Him: Harris

Me: Never heard of that... I ride the LIRR all the time, I have family in Brentwood.

Him: you're something else. Have you ever been sailing? I have a boat. I love to sail to Cape Cod.

Me: yeah, used to go sailing in Nantucket when I was younger. I'm from Boston.  Now, I prefer yachts, but sailing is cool.

okay, that was me being a itch-bay but he was getting on my nerves.  WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS?! NEXT SUBJECT!!!

Lovin' It

There is seriously a mindset change that happens when you turn 30.  I've been of age for going on 4 months now and they have been a BLAST!! Granted, I turn 30 a month before school ends (lol) but for really real, I am sooooo happy to be happy with life!

So school has started. As you may or may not know from my FB post on Wednesday, it was the best first day of school I've had. YES!! I normally HATE the first day of school in Kindergarten!!  On top of that, we had faculty from the other Brooklyn schools come by to watch and observe so not only was I managing 27 kinders, I was modeling for adults.  There were at least 8 in my room at any given time, INCLUDING my principal and APs.  Talk about nerves.  But me and my assistant teacher (AT) handled it effortlessly.  We did such an awesome job that EVERYONE started coming into our class to see how management is fun but tight.

Word on the street is that I am in my element.  It feels so good to know who you are and where you belong.  I am ROCKING the isht out of my classroom and I can't wait to see how this school year unfolds.  I know I have people rooting for me and looking for great things so it's up to me to fill those great expectations :-)

Let's Talk About It, Pt 1

I had a one-night stand.



It's easy for me to talk a good Samantha game; especially on a Saturday after my waxing appointment.  But truth be told, I will never be her.  I tried to play that role and be the empowered one who wanted a physical need fulfilled but it doesn't quite work out for me the way it does on TV.




Meet a guy, talk it up, text like crazy.
Find out he's Jewish, decide for myself it won't go anywhere, put on my Samantha hat.
'Twas awesome, didn't want to get involved, deleted number out my phone.


Then something happened. Something that happened back when I was in college and I just knew I had shaken it off.  But raise your hand if you can simply shake off spiderwebs?

I done got caught up.  Now I'm thinking, "Why did I delete his number?  Why didn't I reply his texts?  Now that I want to reach out to him, I have no idea where to begin.  Fudge."

It's not for me.  I really do admire people who can separate sex from emotion, but at the end of the day (or night), I'm no Samantha.  I'd like to be mad at all the hims but it was me, the hopeless romantic who still confuses the two.

So Sick

crazy how a cloud just came over me and then this song came on... ON MY SNUPE DOG RADIO STATION... really? mopy neyo?  where's xplosive?!?!

anyway, my Lish just broke up with her musician boyfriend. it's eery how similar our stories are, too, on down to the "upkeep" of our former S/O's apartments (shudder). every question she asks me, I have FIRST HAND experience and can answer painfully. you love this person so much and they get you but there is a doubt about going on with them. doubt and growing resentment.  we all can agree that's not good in a relationship.  so not only that, but there's another guy who wants to make her his (Marine, anyone?) but she just wants to do the solo thing for a while, and on on and on...

so after we partied on friday, saturday morning was soul baring girl talk. i started crying cause i remember being SO.HAPPY. I remembered looking forward to every weekend, I remember feeling like he was truly my knight in shining armor, i remember feeling so safe and secure with him, i remember feeling like a queen and feeling good when i went above and beyond to treat him like a king. i remember not feeling like i was too skinny, bourgie, dark, or ANY OF THAT BULLSHIT that has come out of some fuck niggas mouths...

anyway, it hurt not having that good feeling and it absolutely killed when i started to remember the shift. when i stopped seeing him as amazing. when we got to a pain that not even a gorgeous ring could heal. i wanted it to. but it was too late.

whatever the case, Lish is in Boston indefinitely.






i told you our stories are similar.

Miss Me!!!

6- 14 years ago, the dudes that have recently entered *eyeroll* my life would've had a field day with me.  I would've justified every slight for a variety of reasons.  Remember the Stace who literally smelled the next chick's Sweet Pea bath and body worx on dude and still stayed around?  Or the Stace thought she was hot isht cause she was flown out to Texas only to find out other chick just left the week before? UGH!  That was the old me!  Now I'm calling out BS the minute I see it!  Or am I?

You guys have read a lil something about the dude I call Angry Black Man.  The one who liked to talk about my ovaries getting old, how I'm skinny for an African woman, how I'm bougie even though I went to FAM, etc...  yeah, I was dealing with that foolishness for longer than I should've been because of what he is on paper.  Good looking, athletic, phD candidate.  All the good stuff any woman would want, right?  And I do remember him being funny in college but I was not paying attention to him, I was busy with the engineers and Alphas lol

Any hoo, ABM found himself being mad at me for not giving him the time of day back then.  Ok, that was then, this is now, what's good?  Oh, you want to dwell in the past? stay there. Oh, you want to bring up Hampton? That's old. and on and on and on.

A few weeks ago, he said something slick out his mouth and I hung up on him.  Then the stank text of, "Did you hang up on me?  How old are you?"

ignore.

then came the Boys2Men texts.

ignore.

then the emails.

ignore.

I totally forgot to block him from my gchat so he hit me with "you're still not talking to me?"

Me: I have nothing to say to you.

ABM: really? am I that bad?

Me:

ABM:I think we need to sit down and talk in person.

Me: you've expressed yourself plenty of times, I'm straight.

ABM: could it have been misconstrued over the phone?

Me: text messages get misconstrued because there's no voice inflection. actual conversations of the same thing over and over again don't get misconstrued.

ABM: so you don't want to sit down and talk?

Me: talk about what? we've had eight too many conversations of you coming at my life. I'm good.

ABM: I don't even know what you do with your life.

Me: whatever man.

ABM: I do come at you... but I was being sarcastic and you take it to heart, you really shouldn't.

Me: ... 

you can keep that. I don't think you're funny or nice. We don't see eye-to-eye and quite frankly, I don't like you. You steady reminding me why I didn't pay attention to you at FAM. Keep it moving and I'll keep doing the same.

annoyed dot com

twitter's annoying me this morning. but it's not doing anything out of the ordinary.

if you're listening to c h a n n e l  naranja, but didn't tell anybody on twitter, did you really listen to it?

and that's the thing, it goes for me too.  NOBODY cares that I was taking out my braids but I felt the need to share.  

sometimes the very point of twitter makes me mad.

Did I tell you about the time...

...  a guy thought I was cute, we met up for a breakfast date in SOHO, it went well, he's a 36 year old designer, Jewish (so I was a bit wary), and on and on and on?  I didn't?  Well, here it goes.

So hours go by when we finally part ways with plans to meet again; cool. we're texting then chatting about plans to devour some lobster rolls when I mention I'll be out of town for pretty much two weeks, starting with south florida for my mom's birthday.

DS: oh, she's a gemini!


Me: no, she's very much a cancer. what about you?


DS: guess


Me: Sag?


DS: no, try again


M: Virgo, Capricorn...


D: that was two tries, lol still no


M: well I'm not as good at this as I used to be. maybe you can guess mine


D: that's easy, you're a Libra!


Me: noooo... kinda close... my sign is also ruled by venus


D: Oh...Taurus.


Me: Yep! That's me!


D: hmmmm.  I wouldn't have guessed that. Taurus...


Me: *blink* yeeeep... Sooo, what was your next guess going to be?


D: Not Taurus. Virgo maybe


Me: nnnnnnnope. Wasn't born in September, but I am my father's child. and an Earth sign. What IS your sign? And how do you know so much about astrology?


D: Pisces. My dad's an astrologer


Me: wow, that's cool! Pisces? Sorry for calling you a Sag.


D: yeah.

*AND THAT WAS IT*

But did he really stop answering phone calls and responding to texts because of my SIGN?!?!?

I love these girls...

freshfaced at Hampton!

rooftop in Miami!

In football game in Daytona!

Birthday in DC!

football game in Tallahassee!

off to get some class in NYC!

birthday in Brunswick!

birthday in Gainesville!

birthday in Philly!

Wedding Day in GA!

We like to party in Manhattan!

listening to a story at a crab boil (LMAO)

reception Upstate!

(SMH) even on her wedding day, no class.

A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A!

have you met our friend?

partying in southern Georgia!

birthday in NYC!

CREW LOVE

...let me count the ways

Yesterday was a BLAST! I ate good food, drank good drinks, and hung with good people!  But I won't forget to shoutout how Friday started like straight doo-doo (had a meeting with the principal at 9am, she didn't even know about it so I knew I was good.) but it ended with me feeling VICTORIOUS (which bled into Saturday)!

At 5:05 on Friday, I was out of the school doors and on my way to a co-workers house.  5 of us convinced our shuttle driver to drop us off at her door instead of taking us to the train or bus. WIN!
We went to a bodega, got some chasers for the teq, whiskey, and vodka she already had at the house and then we straight chilled. peach punch and smirnoff for me. Ordered Chinese food and simply vibed! Yo, if I had to choose between chilling at a house and going to a club, 8 out of 10 times, I'd choose a house.  We listened to music and had a good time.  Oh, her roommate is a professional make-up artist so she brings home ISH tons of samples and giveaways.  YOINK on products!

We didn't leave Maia's house till 11pm. I got home after missing both the train and bus. half an hour later knocked.out.

Enter Saturday.  I was supposed to go to zumba at 1130 but I told Abs that was too late in the day.  How? Seeing how I wake up at 6am on the weekends, by 1030, I'm sleepy again.  And because it's Saturday, I have the luxury of going back to sleep, so I did. After I ate my leftover Chinese food.

Wake up, decide I need to get my hair washed, legs waxed, and feet done. But I get a text from Lish.  We've been talking about the GM fest at Prosp Park all week and decided to troll around in case someone wanted to give away (or even scalp their free ticket.)  It happened, but the guy only had one ticket so we declined :-(  Spent most of the day walking around the ginormous park that was way too easy for me to get to! I'm disappointed in myself for not going more often!  Oh well, summer is almost here and I'm going BEAST MODE.

OH! I met the guitar player from the Roots! He was just walking down the street with his guitar on his back and I stopped him! "Captain Kirk! Can I take a picture with you?!!?" *CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSEEEE*


After Lish and I pretty much walk the perimeter of the park, we meet up with BooThang.  He's done with walking so we hop in a cab to the BurritoBar and Kitchen. It was PACKED inside and out but we were able to be seated right away.  This bangin arse steak burrito was about to be housed by yours truly.  It was almost gross how I ate the whole gigantic thing.  With a fork and knife too LMMFAO!! But can I tell you about their pomegranate marg?  Made with pomegranate juice ice cubes? It was LIKE.THAT. The other two started out with coconut and traditional margs but ended up ordering FIVE MORE of the pomegranate ones! Yeah! I knew my limits and stuck with one. LOL  Cinco de Mayo was not that far away #NeverForget.

The night is still young.  Lish texts a guy she met at my Cinco de Mayo bar crawl and he's in the city at a latin spot.  MORE MARGS ON DECK!  We hop in a cab to Manhattan then arrive at Gonzalez y Gonazlez.  I decided on a sangria this time and it was good!  We're there enjoying the music; I do a little latin two step to the live music and think, "Okay. I will never be Hispanic enough to really enjoy this place." Lish's buddy (Kristian) takes us to two other spots before we come to the conclusion "We're tired." Leaving Man at 1am after a fun-filled Saturday with my lovies, I don't even want to know what's going to happen in the DR this summer!!

Ole!!!

What do you do when someone tells you, "You don't need me, you think you're better than me."

a) blink
b) agree with them
c) disagree with them
d) all of the above

I bubbled in 'd'.  Here's the backstory.

Went to Hampton, transferred to FAM, caught the eye of a guy in COE with me.  fast forward 5-6 years later, we're chatting on the phone and it's going okay. He asks me how I feel about him and I hit him with the, "damn lil... I haven't talked to you in about 5 years..."  I don't know why he's so pressed but I eventually find out he's been checking for me since our days in College of Ed but I wasn't checking for him, "You thought you were too good for me since you came from Hampton."

Here we go again.  I thought it was just a Norfolk State thing.  Does every state school hate Hampton?

I reassured him with what my dad told me long ago, "I don't think I'm better than anyone, I just know no-one is better than me."

c) disagree with them

Anyway, in later conversations, he mentions me being engaged to a white guy. I told him that was in the past, I'm moving on from that, let's keep it moving.  Then he hits me with the "Oh, so the black man wasn't good enough to marry, you had to find you a white man."

a) blink


"Mr. Blackman, that was years ago. And since you brought it up, let me tell you about your brethren i've encountered thus far along the way..."

But here's his, "Well, I'm not all black men so don't put me in that category."
"I didn't. But your insecurities are about to get you added to the list of Failed Black Men in Stacey's Life".

Blah, blah, blah, we talk some more, something that was an inside joke became unfunny and we fell out, ONLY after he had this whole lemon squeeze about me glorifying Hampton even though I graduated from FAMU, how I need to find me another white guy cause i don't know how to talk to black men, how I need to find myself, Uncle Thomasina, how he's getting his PhD so I can finally be impressed since it's apparent just regular ass teachers are not good enough, and on and on and on.

I looked at my phone in disbelief.  Then I went in on him.

I don't even remember what I said cause it was 115am and I was just tired of him and his whining. I do remember saying, "If you think I'm better than you, it's cause I am. Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you feel better now? I hope so. Let the world know that I am better than Jonathan!" and then I told him to leave me alone cause I don't have time for bitchassness.

b) agree with them






WTF?

Joy

I'm feeling it. (this was the first day I was in Coconut Grove and stuffing my face with ceviche and seared scallops)

Insecurity

Every once in a while, a few may creep into my psyche... actually, they are signed, sealed and delivered into my head by Lyds.


*blink*


 Anyways, I'm going on a inclusive excursion to DR with my crew (Lish, Liz and Boo Thang) the day school ends and you wanna know what i've heard since we decided to go (the week before Spring Break)?

 "OMG, I'm so fat!" (Liz is a 2/4 and Lish is a 6)

"OMG, I'm so pasty!"

"OMG, I'm so...!"












 It must suck to be a WG before swimsuit season.

Cold?

Him: Being friends makes it harder to breathe, so if you're ready to fly then just forget about me, but if you're willing to try then i'm willing to leap, out of the window and fall in love at your feet. i ain't the man you want me to be, i guess that's what's been bothering me.

Me: Can you not send your emo proxy, Drake?

Him: that's Big Krit

Me: ...

DMG's Gem

Him: I don't care if you're a Knix fan, I could care less

Me: Lies.

H: It's all your fault

M: watching my show...

H: Watch your eggs freeze to, bye

M: as soon as your grammar improves we can talk. homophones steal thugness

Home for the Holidays

and by "holidays" I mean spring break. I've never wanted a spring break so badly in my life. The System is killing me softly. I don't believe in it and I can't let money dictate my happiness. I laughed one time when Jameil was telling me about a spoiled colleague who once said something like, "it's not about money, it's about your quality of life." Well, I retract that laughter from 6 years ago cause daggummit, she's right!

Speaking of quality of life, I decided to spend a few days at my favorite place in the whole wide world: The Mayfair. But on my drive *giggling* down here, some hurtful words said to me just last week crept into my psyche and a single tear rolled down my face. 30 is a few weeks away and now I'm getting scared. All that "bring it on!" talk? That was in the past. I don't know what I'd do if I had more months but damn, can I get an extension on the twenties? I guess not.

I can always say I ended them in the most fabulous city in the world... I like that spin!

I digress at the word "fabulous".

I think because of my mini heartbreak, God saw fit to get me an upgrade. Even though everything is called a suite at the Mayfair, I have a real ass suite. Like, doors to separate rooms and everything. All I need is for that second bathroom to be kitchenette and I would never leave this place. I don't know what it is about this place but I am truly madly and deeply in love with this resort. Now that I look around, there's nothing extravagant, it's just that understated Miami glamour I like. Wood. Linen. White. Glass. Green. Orange. I'm so happy to be here right now, feeling like a queen and I'll be doubly excited when Kitty comes to join me tomorrow :-)

Life's too short. Do what makes you happy. And thaaaaasssss real!

angst.

Lord knows I didn't feel this way when I was a teen. Maybe cause when I was a teen, I was treated like a child...

L Boogie

When It Hurts So Bad is playing in my head so hard right now.

Make it stop.

Thru It

That's what I'm going thru.

A teacher at my school was fired on Monday. Integrity issues.

My question remains: what kind of place do we work at where people feel the need to cheat? Data driven instruction or just data driven?

I've been called out several times for my "low data" but guess what? My class is LEARNING. These 6 & 7 year olds don't care abt Eva and her previous system; how the system looks to the public... They want to learn and I'm going to teach them.

It's re-hiring meeting time. She wants me in kindergarten but she won't give me responsibility for my own students who aren't making the grade. Yeah, for guided reading, she feels like another teacher is better suited to teach the below grade level students, the ones who are still at a kinder level...

Wait, what? I taught kinder, will teach kinder next year but can't teach the ones at a kinder level right now?

Oh, ok.

FOH.

Day Made? Check!

Your girl just got her hair done, right? Fresh mizani relaxer in this mug. Anyway, jet black hair is blowing in the wind as I'm walking from right-aid and leave it to the stoop niggas to say something.

SN: Hey Miss...

SN 2: Miss...

SN: Sweetheart...

SN 2: Sweet Miss...

SN: Chocolate...

SN 2: Sweet Chocolate...

SN: Swiss Miss

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

I BUST.OUT.LAUGHING WHEN DUDE CALLED ME SWISS MISS!!!!! I had to turn around and see who deemed me Scandinavian!!! I flashed a smile and said, "Y'all just made my day!"

and then I scurried home.

I've decided to get relaxers every 4 months and keep it moving.

Miss Me

I miss teaching kindergarten at a regular school.

I miss getting relaxers.

I miss wearing open toed shoes.

I miss wearing jeans.

I miss my car.

I miss having my own place.

I miss the Mayfair Resort.

I miss the DMV.

So what am I going to do about it?

What's Good, Miss?

Spring time is here. Stoop snowbirds are returning to their perches. So you want to know what's good? Let me tell you.

1.

i hate ghetto people. the bitches on welfare with their wic checks taking forever at the grocery store but let's not forget their new and improved ugs, winter 2012 northfase, fresh mani and using their ifone 4... on speakerphone of course. yeah the face of welfare is actually white trash but damn it if the black people on public assistance aren't ostentatious as hell! you have four children before you reached 25 and ALL OF THEM ARE WEARING JORDANS; baby being pushed in a maclaren stroller... iCan't.

Speaking of ugs, what happened to just your standard sand colored classic boots? why does a winter boot have to have satin and sequins? and leave it to Starkeisha to get that pair and a matching set for her two daughters.

2.

our charter is being changed. well, just the brooklyn schools. priority in the lottery will no longer go to 'at risk' students. well damn. what's the point of opening a charter school for children who would otherwise be attending failing schools? 6 years of closing the achievement gap was good enough i guess.

3.

i have finally decided to do something the weekend before my birthday. Keep your calendars and stomachs open for Friday, May 4 thru Sunday May 6th. But don't keep it open for birthday cake, I want that on my actual birthday (make my cake, snitches!). I've already started on my beauty diet of vitamins, cocoa butter and a bottle of water a day. Bringing in 30 gorgeous!

4.

living soshul is going to be the death of me. you already know abt my 4-day mexican vacay i have to use before october but now i've been hitting up the restaurant deals as well. Those truffled fries I had last sunday????? OMG, I was in heaven. And let's not even talk about the baked potato soup amuse bouche, crabcake appetizer, or the most delish burger. then the fresh doughnuts with cinnamon sugar and whipped creme fraiche, AND the chocolate shortcake sandwiching salted caramel... (i don't like shortcake or salted caramel but everything else was so good, i just ate it. i tasted nothing but sea salt.) All for $30.

*weeps*

Soigne, I will be back.

I have a dozen oysters and a bottle of wine on tap, a 4 course prix-fixe dinner for two, and some tapas to enjoy this spring!

5.

yesterday evening, i text officer anderson cooper to ask him where a good place to enjoy the St. Pat's parade would be. he called me at 1030pm and I was knocked the fcuk out. What's really funny is how I just knew in my head, I sounded okay but he was clearly like, "Umm, I woke you up. I will call you in the morning."

Would you believe he called me on his way to the gym? I was like, "Sir! You're not doing the parade?! YOUR NAME IS PATRICK!" He laughed and said he's done it more than enough times, he's going to enjoy his day off.

I would find the one Irishman who doesn't drink more than a bud light and avoids the St. Pat's Day parade. No fun!

6.

me and the other 30 something teacher have decided to be in a heterosexual domestic relationship where each of us has a baby by a hispanic man. We asked Boo Thang and BeyAndre but they both grimaced, choked on air, and quite simply over-reacted to our proposition. Ew, it so would've been artificial insemination, duhhhh!

7.

I bought JJ some DVF. I'm so excited for her!!! and i'm even more excited to be that auntie! do country things with your momma's side of the family. when it comes to me and mini me, be prepared to get glamourous! The Glamourest!!! (shout out to trina!)

8.

counting down to Summer vacay! BRING IT! I EARNED THE HELL OUT OF IT!!

Liq'd Saturday

Like any and every other Saturday, I lie in bed for hours and around 4pm, get to getting. Yesterday started off a little differently. I didn't want to get up and go. Matter of fact, I was in such a bad mood, I wanted to stay home and feed myself papa jon's pizza. I cancelled plans to meet up with friends at 1st Saturday and chatted with my sister. we both decided we will get married under the radar. i used to wonder why people elope; make 200% sense now.

Anyway, around 6pm I knew I couldn't waste a precious saturday being pissed at family and in-laws so i text Lish to see what she's up to. she was with another teacher who just happened to text me at the same time. they asked what i wanted to do and i said, "The ideal place for me would be a lounge that happens to be a bakery and a bar. I want red velvet cake and red wine. I want dessert and drinks.

Well lo & behold, there is a place just like that. Well, minus the lounge vibe. The Chocolate Room in Park Slope Brooklyn was a bakery with wine (& one beer) pairings!! Are you freaking kidding me?! I can really get cake and wine only? And the cafe setting is perfect for you and a date or your girlfriends?!

I got the flourless chocolate cake with a Spanish port.

Fraser and Niles would be so proud!

The Weekender

my phone was tripping for most of the day. since it was saturday, i didn't really care. Around 10am when it went on the fritz, i said, "Okay, i'll go to ATT when i get up." Yeah, i never got up. I actually went back to sleep and didn't get up till 2 something. Phone was still frozen. Made the biggest and most delicious bowl of cereal (just corn flakes) and got an email my fave colleague (alisha) about a wing fest in brooklyn and hot chocolate fest in man. I SOOOOOO needed to be there! But that would mean getting up and getting dressed...

around 430pm, my a-hole phone was now dead. it committed suicide trying to unfreeze itself. i gchatted with alisha and we decided we're going into the city daggumit! i put on a see-thru shirt with sequined shoulders and made my way calle ocho in the upper west side for sangria and a shared plate of paella that had EVERYTHING in it... the best paella EVAAAAAAR!!! The portion was so huge we couldn't finish it but can i talk about the pulpo appetizer? the best grilled octopus i've ever had. i didn't even know octopus had fatty tissue but it was there and it was awesome; on top of a chickpea puree and a bed of diced smoked chorizo; get in my belly.

before that latin food made sweet, sensual love to my appetite, I was really thinking, "How crazy would i look with a bubble coat over a see-thru shirt? do those things go? isn't that like a coat with matching sandals?" Then I thought to wear the uniglo tank top underneath for an extra layer between me and the elements... didn't look right. Bump it, Hov said "en vogue with your skin out". Now was the time to try out my new NorthFase.

If you think I fell in love with my food, i am ENAMORED with my Upper West Side 700 Face!! YOOOOOOOOO, that is the most amazing piece of clothing I own!!!!! I love it more than my Jordans!!!!!! It was 37 degrees, drizzling snow and BLUSTERY AF when I left at 6pm. Ask me if I was cold...

Not a lick. The only part of me that was cold was the space between my boots and the bottom of my coat. So my knees were cold. Here is this Florida girl wearing a bra and a mesh top and a coat that by the way packs to less than 50% of its size. I don't know what space age technology they use but that coat is balloon light and does the damn thing! I am sooooo the biggest fan of NF!!!

I BELIEVE THE HYPE!!!

you know what hype i don't believe? the uniqlo heat tech. i had on the tights. might as well have left them off.

So after we eat and drink, we make our way to the east side. Park Ave to be exact. The Gansevoort. Rooftop is stuffy and boring, 35+ somethings. I see the Dunk Contest is on and that's the most amazing thing up there . Back down, Alisha's BF is off of work and he escorts us to the Champagne Bar.

I don't know where this has been my whole life but a bar that serves champagne is pure genius!!!! There were $6000 bottles of Cristal in my line of sight. I overheard the manager talking about this is a good time for rose champagne, etc and then he brought over a glass for me and Lish.

Cheers to the MF'in weekend.

Crash

Emo Stace esta aqui

So with every 28 days comes the emotional fallout. I was on a high the past few days; buying a new book, a NorthFace, summery SteveMads, Hunter rainboots, a 4 night vacay in Mexico, a glider & ottoman for my niece's nursery, a lobster roll, two camisoles and two tanks, lots of stuff from ON/Gap, EIGHT cans of tuna, FOUR bottles of kiwi strawberry snapple... the only thing I didn't buy was a new pashmina and that's cause I didn't see one I wanted.

I only shop like that when something is unconsciously wrong. It would be impossible for me to shop so recklessly unless I was trying to mask what's really wrong with material things.

And of course, why wouldn't I be in my feelings during this time of the month?

I just wonder if he knows his contribution to our fall out. I sometimes want to e-mail him and ask "What were you thinking the last year? Did you not hear my cries? What would it have taken for anything to happen? And how do you buy a house without telling me??!!?!?"

Or does he sit there and think I'm this cold hearted bitch who could've given two fux about him and his cats?

I remember the day of our engagement, we were talking about apartments. He had me calling places and if I remember correctly, we were going to look at a loft that day. Midtown Miami was going to be the setting for our new chapter. All the while he was sitting on the American Dream...

It's easy to remember the good times and want that person back. But whatever broke you up in the first place happened for a reason. I just have to remember that.

anyway, I'm going to continue to listen to Cake. Goodnight.

28 Days

it's worse than the movie.

So i'm in Barnes and Noble looking at the bargain priced books and rueing the day I didn't buy all the $5 hardcover classics before the New Year when I get that dreadful but familiar twitch in my ute. I think to myself, "kinda early, must be brought on by stress or exhaustion..." *eyeroll + sigh*

"can I please use your restroom?"

Because I know my bad ass ute, I am ALWAYS well prepared for this. I have an arsenal of weapons in EVERY bag, in EVERY suitcase, in EVERY car seat pocket, trunk, console, and glove compartment. If there's a zipper, there's a weapon. I'm sure Drew is still finding weapons in his car...

So I handle my lady business, buy my book and keep it moving. Maybe I'll go up to 116th and buy some red velvet cake then see what my Haarlemites are up to. If only I could shake this cold. Speaking of cold, my brother told me to take zyrtec for all the sniffling and sneezing. I told him it's a cold and not allergies but he swears by it cause it's an anti-histamine. I figure I'll start tomorrow cause i'm slightly buzzed off of mucinex AND advil cold and sinus *lightbulb* (THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE THIS BAD! THE ADVIL HAD ME FOOLED!)

I sneeze.

That sneeze is accompanied by what I imagine your water breaking feels like. No not like you tinkled a little but actual water BREAKING, a water balloon exploding between your thighs.

I wail, "OH MY GOD!" in the middle of Union Square then cover my mouth with both hands. I squat thinking that might help something, I start to think, "thiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappeningthiscan'tbehappening.ijustleftthefuthermuckingbathroom!!!" I feel like i'm in a movie scene where the protagonist sees everything is spinning around her. "OMFG I HAVE TO GO HOME!" All of a sudden, the world music playing on my ipod is annoying every last fibre in me and so i snatch out my earbuds, run down the stairs and try to hop on the next train without realizing I need to go the downtown and brooklyn side of the platform. Back up the stairs and down the stairs across the way. I find the nearest pillar and plaster my backside against it. Now I feel like everybody knows what has happened to me. But this being NY, I bet no-one was even paying attention to me. I wish I wore something, anything that goes past my waist. I wish I wore darker jeans, I wish I wore black sweatpants, I wish the train would hurry and get me back to Brooklyn!

I stand the whole way, transfer and stand the whole of that way. Then it hits me that on the weekend, the J doesn't stop at my stop but THREE stops past it. "This can't be life. I just want to go home and hop in the shower." I debate going the three stops past it and taking a Manhattan bound train back or just taking the bus from the stop before the skips... I just want to get off the train and I do. "The bus is taking too long!" Now i'm walking with my my bag behind me, trying to cover up any indication of my uterus' maniacal game. I must've looked utterly ridiculous as I walked home more blocks than I remember this route being... I was never going to get home and everyone on the street was going to see what a mess I made of myself. Maybe I look like a middle schooler and they'll have pity on me! I'd like to say that was the last time something like this has happened but haHA! You must be crazy if you think 28 days go by without any foolishness. Remember last month in Long Island with my 3 boy cousins??

I've talked to my doctor and she has one prescription for insane uteruses: pregnancy.

At this rate, I would trade 9 months & 18+ years for being a prisoner or a mental patient or a feverish mess every 28 days for the past 16 years and however many more to come.

Who got me?

Buenos Dias

It's 221 in the morning. Do you know where your Adei is?

1. Whitney died today. Such a shock! Everyone who was born in the early 80s loved them some Whitney. EVERYONE. Men and women. Her national anthem rivals that of marvin gaye's (I think hers is better, less "remixed") and of course she was the talent show go-to for YEARS. (Sexual Chocolate anyone?) But of course, the thing with social networks is you get some people who have to let people know they won't join the bandwagon of whatever the public sentiment is. Valentine's Day, Father's Day, 9/11; isht, even B.I.C.'s pics yesterday, there's always that one (or four).

2. Boo Thang told me he went to meet someone he met online and they went out for drinks in the upper west side. He seriously thinks dude put something in his drink cause he's never had margaritas that "strong" before. Because he was feeling weird, he didn't think he'd make it home (BK) on the train so they went to dude's house. Dude asked if he could ____ and BT said ok. When he woke up this morning, dude was trying to ____ some more and this time BT said no and left. I hate that these things happen and i've been lucky to not have any friends get drugged. I'm so upset for Boo Thang. I told him he needs to go to the police but he's trying to brush it off saying he ok'd it. "No! You were clearly under the influence..." but he's not tryna hear me. Probably cause even though he's gay, he's still a man and you don't know? men don't get raped! *sarcasm*

3. my saturdays have been AWESOME! Last week had two glasses of cab while at the BK museum and because Don Corn. died, it was an old school set the whole night. You'd've thought I never heard the Jackson 5 before! IDK, there's something about hearing your faves on loud speakers that make the songs THAT much better! even songs you don't like hit in the clubs (this timbaland, timberlake, hilson song sticks out right now...). After that, speech pathologist and another 1st grader teacher and I hit up Manhattan. I got a peach cosmo at some cool lounge near Times Square and then we went to a club. A bit housey for my taste but we had VIP/bottle service so I wasn't complaining. We know how that night ended. phone left in the cab,

4. speaking of phone, i haven't been too pressed to get a new one. although there are times when I NEED to talk to people, I can still communicate and that's all that matters. No phone makes me more accountable for where I'm going to be at what time. I have to order my steps b/c if I don't, I'm late to work or lost with no-one to call. yeah, that happened on Thursday. (It had to be thursday, didn't it?) I took my assistant out to dinner for all the hard work she does in the classroom and when it was time to go, I had no idea where I was and where I should go. I walked forever. In that part of Brooklyn, there are nothing but yellow cabs. (close to Man). I HATE yellow cabs. They know nothing about the other boroughs. I climb into one and tell him my cross streets. Nothing. I finally tell him I live in Bed-Stuy (most yellow cabs don't go there) and still nothing (I think he was faking.) He asked if I needed to go to Queens so then i ask, "Do you have GPS???" He says no. I get out and slam the door.

OH THIS IS WHY I LOST MY PHONE IN A CAB LAST WEEKEND!!! I TOOK IT OUT TO GET DIRECTIONS TO MY HOUSE FROM FUCKING MANHATTAN!!!!! BUT DRUNKY ME FORGOT TO PUT IT BACK IN MY PURSE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! I HATE YELLOW CABS!

So I'm walking what seems like forever in luckily, the nice part of BK. But it's cold, late and a school night. I don't know how many blocks I walk, I finally see a livery cab. I tell him my cross streets, he tells me his price, i talk him down $2 and it's all good in the neighborhood.

5. I can't wait to go home and get my car. It has been consuming my mind since Christmas break.

6. I found a salon that does relaxers for $45 ($35 on Mon-Wed!) and she's a block away from my place. Yeah, basically the opposite direction as my Domi salon. She uses Mizani... what's a girl to do??????????????????? I really don't need to relax so why should I? cause it's there! and my hair is shinier with a relaxer! and I can do roller wraps with relaxers! and my edges won't look like Baa Baa Black Sheep!!!
Y'all know I'ma go back and forth with this. It's my hair, what else am I going to talk about??

7. My principal wants me to teach kindergarten next year... IDK how I feel about that. After having a taste of 1st grade, will I be able to go back to Where the Wild Things Are???? And in NY, you can be 4 y.o. in kinder. #HolUp

8. I don't know what has taken me so long but I am soooooo ordering Ugly Betty s3 and s4 from amazon! I watched a totally random episode and it brought me sooooo much joy! Thank you B. Suarez for adding to my love of Saturday!

9. Tomorrow is brunch day. I think I will have a brunch of baked goods. There's a pie place in Park Slope (BK), my patisserie in SoHo, cookies in Midtown and Oprah's cake place in Harlem. Wait, seeing how the high will only reach 32 degrees, I need some 'strategery' on how to make all that happen...

10. I cooked last week. Ribs, baked beans, corn, cornbread. I don't think I cooked the ribs long enough (too hungry) and they make me sick. Maybe my body isn't used to pork anymore. Oysters and sushi it is.

Alright good people, this was your weekly update! XOXO :-)

lush

i'm still drunk. luckily, no hangover. unlucily, i think i left my phone in the cab. a yellow cab at that :-(

Happy Saturday

I'm eating leftover Chinese food in bed while listening to my iToons libe. Get like me.

*waves*

1. Don't you pseudo hate that person who disappears from a social network and then comes back with vim and vigor like they never left? And they always come back with the *waves excitedly* lol

2. We've gone from blogs with limitless word counts to status updates with technically no limit on a word count (but let's be real, we hate that person who makes us click 'see more') to tweeting up to 140 characters to instagram which is basically wordless Wednesday everyday. I suppose you can have a caption but the point is, "what's next?" FB has gone the route of graphic organizer with that damn timeline!

3. Officer Anderson Cooper: yeah, no. We have totally opposite schedules so it was pointless. But what really sealed the deal was a text message response. Actually, two in a row.

Me: Hey, just got home, how's it going?
AC: Kool, about to go in now. I sleeped all day.









*record scratch*



Wait. Di-


Did he just type the word 'sleeped'?!?!
HOW CAN YOU SEE THAT IN PRINT AND NOT HAVE A GNAWING FEELING IN YOUR GUT THAT THAT IS SO WRONG?!?! SLEEPED?!?! *smh*

The next text was a very common mistake. He confused 'their' and 'there'.
You're an NYPD cop, you carry "heat" on our dates but this is what trips you up? Like one of my oldest friends once quipped, "Homonyms steal thugness." -DMG
Also, what was up with spelling "cool" with a K? Hated that ish in undergrad, def don't want to see it now, from a 40 y.o. Irishman.

4. I'm really at a loss for what to do for my birthday. So unlike me. I blame it on it falling on a Tuesday.

5. I really don't like watching clips that are viral sensations. Mostly b/c most of America is corny and I end up saying, "really? That's what kathy lee and hoda were making a big deal abt (why do I love those two soooooooo much?!?!). Anyway, this morning, I finally watched the Isht WG say to Black Girls. It was a little funny but only cause I know Franchesca and have known her for.ever. What she was actually saying tho? Meh. I wasn't around those girls who would say things like that. She definitely was. (Dani, Nima, and Patti; she either went to Benjamin or Kings Academy. I think she endd up graduating from Dreyfoos). Anyway, like with movies, I didn't see the big deal but I kept watching the spinoffs. Isht Black Girls say was funny cause I used to live with THAT black girl. Again, I know those videos are parodies but I'm still uninspiried. Isht Vegans Say wasn't funny but Isht Gay Guys say to Straight Guys actually got a chuckle out of me. LOL

6. I really don't like poor service at nice restaurants. It makes me feel like you're only treating me that way b/c you don't think I belong in your restaurant. Yeah, I'm pulling the race card. Sure I'm not your typical white guy wall street banker white collar criminal who orders the delmonico steak and puts it on the COMPANY card, but my money is still very valid and I hate that I got no love last night. To top it off, that meal was so run-of-the-mill. Pass, have a seat, FOH, and everything else I can think of.
I don't think I've ever been impressed with steakhouses. They are soooooo expensive for something I KNOW I can make at home. Steak and pureéd potatoes?! Really? Stop.

7. So I'm done with Levain. I'm onto Make My Cake. Their red velvet cupcake... THA BIZNESS. The best I've ever had.

8. I love that January is almost done and we've only had one snow. And it was on a Saturday :-) TAKE THAT LAJAMEILIONTE!!! Ha HA! Come onnnnnnn, February and March!

9. My niece is almost here! OMG, I'm so excited! She's gonna be the perfect mix of peanutbutter and dark chocolate!! Yeeeeeee! Oh, J didn't want pink for her. Baby JJ will be swathed in soft yellows and greens. So much for that pink Calvin Klein blanket I got her... *hmph*

10. Two of my crushes got engaged. One of them made me lose my mind, real talk. I got for real hysterical and that even more hysterical at my hysterics. I love how b/c I wasn't ready for marriage, no-one else should be lol, ass.

Last thing, totally random so be prepared:

You know who I am? I'm that horse you can lead to water but you can't make drink.

The Gays

Went to BAM yesterday for the opening of the new feminist exhibit and of course First Saturday where the third floor atrium turns into a dance floor... I met up with my fave gay who happened to move to BK the same time I did, from Florida as well. He's the one who introduced me to sushi many moons ago back when we were students at FAMU. We also attended St. Michael's AND had internships at the same elementary school in Leon County! Yeah, he was my boy. I remember when we were coming from lunch when JBB apparently followed us and got loud in his driveway. Whitman (fake name) said, "Handle your business." in such a way, I felt invincible.

Anyway, I meet up with him and of course he has "the guys" with him... omg, gay guys are the best. The house music was pumping and the men were vogue-ing left and right. I saw some GORGEOUS gays and unfortunately, a lot of unattractive lezes *shudder*. It was an okay time, glad I didn't get there too early. After the museum was when Whitman and I started to catch up. He flat out told me "This city is 70% gay, Stace. There are so many boys out here, I don't know what to do with myself. I guess you don't want to hear this though..." I laughed and told him it's totally okay; I love gay guys. To the point I wish I could date one, but with me still as a straight female, however that would work lmao. We laughed and caught up over tortilla soup and plantains at a nearby Mexican restaurant.

One thing I noticed, he is so much more open up here. Even though there was a definite homo population at FAMU, they were still closeted. Never once did I hear the word "gay" come out of Whit's mouth while we were in Tallahassee. But last night, I almost had to tell him, "honey, I know." I'm happy for him. I'm happy for people who are comfortable in their own skin.


Yesterday, I went and had sushi. The two lezes at our school invited themselves to my dinner of one. I didn't mind, it was cool to talking to people outside of my team. They too told me NYC is heaven for them. Both of them are from the MidWest (IL and MN by way of MO) and didn't come out till they moved here 3-4 years ago. How sad is that that you can't be yourself? I can definitely attest to bringing out your true colors. I'm so much more assertive here. I love it. I wonder what else I will learn nd become while i'm here for what I sense will be a season...

slightly emo stace

*exhale*

The first Saturday of the year. So far, I'm loving it. Well, I'd like it even more if I would put away the clothes on my bed but whatever, it's Saturday.


I just realized I haven't had a relaxer since Oct 23. I don't know how i feel about that. I def don't miss it but I don't want to be dependent on intense levels of heat for my hair to be straight. I think what I'm really worried about is finding a nice black salon to re-touch my hair. The last one I went to was all hype and the ones in Man are simply out of my teacher budget. I guess that answers my question: $15 root blow-outs at the Dominican salons till whenever.

I paid all my bills yesterday. Sometimes I hate it but yesterday, it felt so good. I am so blessed to only have an AmEx bill (that was surprisingly low for a post Christmas balance), car note and insurance, and cell phone bill. I thank my dad every.single.day for no student loans. Him and FL Bright Futures.

It was hard for me to come back to NY after spending time with family in NoVA and of course Florida. It was like that first day of school when I was trying to get a job with DC Public schools. I didn't cry this time; I was (luckily) so engrossed in This Side of Paradise, it didn't hit me till later. But I did cry that morning it was -2 degrees. I cried b/c people wouldn't let me off the crowded ass bus and I had to walk an extra block to get to school. I was soooooo sad.

I said I want a big blowout party for the 30th but I don't think I want that anymore. Unless it can be spent in South Florida, (at the Mayfair Resort to be exact), I just want my girls and I to eat at a fabulous restaurant and drink top shelf till our heads fall off. and if Nigella Lawson can be there, i'd be even more excited. I love that thick hoe!
Ugh, it's on a Tuesday. Which means the Sunday before is Mothers' Day which means I won't be able to do anything till the weekend after my birthday, the 11-13th.

*blink*
#wack

Anyway, I want a croissant and a cookie on this fine Saturday. Maybe a stroll thru Central Park... ttyl